This was not a correct landing as per 60-1.

Robert Kadera of Lake Villa and his 14-year-old son, Isaac, were standing outside the aircraft, a 1949 Piper Clipper, which was sitting in the middle of the golf course about 20 feet south of the retaining wall that separates the golf course from Route 22, police said.

Kadera said it was not an emergency landing, but rather, the boy was late for his tennis lesson at the Lincolnshire Club across the street from the golf course on Route 22, police said.

http://cbs2chicago.com/local/golf.course.plane.2.668950.html

Here’s a thought.  There is no degree of being late for tennis practice that would make it reasonable to land on a golf course.  Definite fail of common sense check.

I’m under one now, and feeling strange things going on in my sinuses.  I am a human barometer.

That reminds me of a story.  A few CAP meetings ago, we talked about another severe thunderstorm warning–apparently this guy could have used an internal barometer.  Or maybe he would have just ignored it, like the repeated advisories from the tower before he nominated himself for a Darwin Award.  We felt sorry for the plane.

As for the pilot, he at least found his mission in life:

I don’t even remember why I read the reviews for this book–I think either a friend mentioned it or it came up in StumbleUpon.  Either way, the whole “corn in everything” bit sounded kind of creepy.  I mean, it belongs in some things, like tortillas and summer barbecues.  But putting it in everything because it has to go somewhere because we’re subsidizing too much of it…well…why not subsidize carrots instead?  Mmmmm…

I’m not kidding when I say “everything,” either.  I happened to look at the labels of spaghetti sauces while I was shopping today, and they all had corn syrup.  Seriously.  Tomato sauce doesn’t need sugar.  But I guess the average $5,600,000,000 has to go somewhere…I just wish it didn’t have to be into pointless empty calories.

(And I adore empty calories.  Mmmmm chocolate.  I just like them to be defined and enjoyed as such, not part of freaking spaghetti sauce.)

The service is suspended. The battery’s gone by now. It short, it’s a paperweight. There’s a reward out.

So I don’t think “turn my cell phone the frack in already” is that much to ask.

Watch kids take a test.

Yell at seventh graders. Again.

Phone goes missing and gets across campus (I tracked it with Bluetooth from the laptop a bit) but never quite turns up. I find out how to suspend it to keep from having to pay for calls to China.

I get a refund for a book that I bought off Amazon and never got because they used a type of shipping where it was returned instead of forwarded. I provided an updated address before the book shipped, and they said they’d be in touch if it was returned, and they weren’t until I asked for an update because it had been two weeks. I got 39 cents back, they got to keep $3.99 and the book. Now I’m impressed with their customer service.

I get a year older; 24 now. I wasn’t even really used to 23–it was already just a little bit older than I thought I could ever be–so this is going to be interesting to try to keep track of.

In short…woooooooooooooooooooo…

If I’m in heavy traffic and there’s no passing lane, I will not be able to speed up to make you happy.

If you keep tailgating, I’ll slow down 5 MPH. It’s called leaving enough stopping distance to not be middle car in a pileup if the car in front of me has to stop.

If you keep tailgating more so that the grill of your Compensator is the only thing in my rear view mirror, I’ll slow down another 5 MPH. I can do that all day. Obviously it bothers you more than me.

If you pass me as soon as the lane splits and makes a passing lane, you might not believe this but I really have no problem with that. Unlike you, I have nothing to prove as long as you’re not trying to push me around.

If you have your front passenger give me the bird, I’ll roll my eyes. Good for you, you have a finger.

If it happens again, I’ll do the exact same thing. If you drive like a normal human being, on the other hand, we can both drive with the flow of traffic. You pick; my car has air and a radio, so I don’t care which.

Playing with a MySpace profile made my sister think she knew web coding, when she didn’t even know what I meant by FTP.  She’s on the real internet now, let the reeducation begin.

Now that the WGA strike is over, shows other than reality TV are going back into production. We won’t be doomed to an eternity of Are You Smarter than the Girl who Wants to Marry a Bajillionaire? crap. YAY YAY YAY YAY YAY!!!!! Among a laundry list of shows that I don’t care about (I just don’t get into most stuff any more…in fact, I don’t even bother to watch most stuff any more), House is coming back on April 21 at 9 PM. Note the timeslot change–it’s on Mondays now, contrary to House’s line in a recent episode to the effect that broadcast TV would be good enough to watch on Tuesdays. At least it’s not a Friday Timeslot of DOOOOOOOOM.

While I’m on the subject*, what’s up with TV these days? I mean I get that TV networks would go broke if they planned their entire lineups to appeal to the IQ range that my friends and I inhabit, but on the flip side, all this crappy reality TV exists for two reasons: it’s cheap to make and it’s freaking insanely popular with The Masses. So, it would be nice if they would at least use those cheap profits to pay for the production of something of value…although really it would be more of an investment than a subsidy, since over time smart programming will earn more than Reality crap. Do the math…a Survivor season (whatevertheheck it’s called) can run each episode maybe 2-3 times, and then the tapes are worth their weight in film. Shows that can stand up to repeated viewings and that last a few seasons so that enough episodes are made can keep making money forever. A constant trickle over a long enough time can add up to more than even a huge single burst. I could say it in statistics notation with an inequality, which would be cool because any geekery involving Greek symbols cannot possibly be less than amazing, but I’d need another Wordpress plugin for that.

*note: this means “Avrila’s been waiting to rant about this for a long, long, LONG time”

So, I say to…well, everybody, though mostly the TV studios…think long term. Long term wins in the long run, and the nature of time will put us all into the long run eventually.

I’ve tried two different brands in attempts to get rid of the blackhead problem across my nose (*mumble mumble* combination skin *mumble*); I don’t think it matters which brand you get.  My latest attempt was a brand that has a lady with perfect skin on the box, not that that narrows things down any.  Maybe they work only for people who already have perfect skin.

I’ve come to two conclusions: the irritiation from the glue makes the skin they’re stuck to oil up worse for the next several days (I’m still not sure how long this is going to last, grrrrrr), and their main mechanism of “cleaning” anything is forcing the user to really scrub the area to get the glue off.  I could get the same thing for a lot cheaper from a bottle of Elmer’s.

In short…ugh.  Don’t bother.

If you’re wondering about all the fun I had with MySiteSpace, click here to read the text of the actual tickets.